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I'm eighteen, female. My hair is 70% curl and 30% frizz. I voluntarily left my country and I have one hundred and forty six days before I return to my home. I am displaced but thriving. I'm in a special time in my life, that is, I am enjoying my first big love. I hate to write but am only pleased once I have written. I have undergone a lifetime of growth in six months and survived, but it isn't as impressive a feat as it sounds. I am typically happy despite of my growing list of concerns.
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a [b:bcc18ea329]longing[/b:bcc18ea329] in my heart has stirred a faded memory
the only purpose in my life was[b:bcc18ea329] finding[/b:bcc18ea329] you
was I[b:bcc18ea329] chasing[/b:bcc18ea329] you or were you chasing me?
will I ever[b:bcc18ea329] find [/b:bcc18ea329]someone pursuing me?[/size:bcc18ea329][/align:bcc18ea329]
The Guild of Pigfarts School[/align:bcc18ea329][/size:bcc18ea329]
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